Midwinter

Once you traveled the world,
Lived in a tent in Africa,
Worked on a farm in New Zealand,
Bicycled through Eastern Europe.

Once you owned little and knew people who owned less.

Now you have come to Canaan. Your feet are firmly planted. From your soles have sprouted a garden, a home, children, chicks and calves.

Of eight sisters, you alone have a winter birthday.

In the chill of midwinter, you sense a promise of new life.